Came back from Cape Cod Sunday (cruised on our boat for 4 days to get there and spent 7 there!!!), and now, well, we're close to a deal, darlings. What a wonderful coming-home gift! We've got an agreement and we're close to a contract.
This house is amazing. It's not the 100 year old farmhouse. It's a practically new, 4-bd colonial on 6 acres in the best school district around here. It's really beautiful. I never thought I'd own such a beautiful home in my life.
I decided to go with safety. This home is not isolated from the medical care I've been depending on for my whole adult life. If I have to go to the city for treatment, it's less than a 2-hour drive. Had I moved into the inner mountains, I would have been very vulnerable medically compared to living around here. That was really the deciding factor if I had to pick one. (of course, now I have to USE the drs I want to be near. I need to call back!!!!!)
The other deciding factors were employment opportunities closer to metro areas and that the owners came into my price range ($80,000 less than they originally wanted to ask for the property, too). This house was out of my price range. They needed to get out. Let's all do a bow to my DFIL for that one. HE tipped me off on this situation. He's one sly puppy!!!
I got the call Sunday when we were driving home from the Cape, I decided to stick to my guns and wait for them to come down a last $5,000. The next evening, I realized I was really worried they were going to get annoyed with me for that and go with another offer that might have taken longer than mine, but was higher. (My advantage is that it's a quick deal with me). I had worried all day about it. Finally, I was driving down main street that evening, in the middle of what looks like the South Bronx (this town has gotten BAD) and was so fed up with living here that I called the realtor and capitulated. Sealed the deal. You can't imagine how relieved and happy I was. I don't think I'll regret that $5,000 I might have saved. I now am buying a beautiful home.
DH was negative at first, but I talked to him about just talking negative about it. Asked him seriously if he really couldn't think of anything positive about it, or if he just didn't want to think of something positive and that maybe it was an attitude problem he might want to look at. (I had to keep a straight face when doing this, forget therapeutic, this was a pure poker face ladies) That just seemed to do it. He's been ok since that talk, actually talking to me about surveys and stuff. He's OK, ladies. He's back in Cape Cod now, escaped for 4 days, the lucky buck. I think we're gonna be ok.
I already have a date in mind for the housewarming. Columbus day weekend. A pig roast!!!!!!!!!
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Confucius
